Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1737

Chapter 1737: Sad

The scene shifted.

Atticus now stood within the labor room. Freya’s frail body rested in his arms as he desperately tried to keep her from crying.

He was laughing. His mother and father were laughing. He was happy. Genuinely happy. No overwhelming power was needed. No swords. No will. Just... presence.

The others soon rushed into the room, and before long, laughter and jokes filled the air.

Atticus exhaled a shuddering breath, tears flowing freely. He had really lost this. All of this. There was really no turning back...?

Now, what the hell was he supposed to do? It was over. It was all over.

Atticus turned and left the room.

He walked. Time no longer seemed to matter. Hundreds of kilometers. Thousands. Millions. He had no idea. There was no longer any reason to live. They were dead.

Suddenly, the sound of sobbing drifted through the haze clouding his mind. Then Atticus found himself standing in the middle of a cemetery.

The crying came from his younger self. Sprawled on the ground, he bawled his eyes out while reaching toward Freya’s tombstone. Magnus stood nearby, silent and unmoving.

Atticus remembered this day as though it had happened only seconds ago. The day he lost his grandmother. Freya.

He remembered crashing out. Remembered being dragged back by a furious Magnus. Most importantly, he remembered his promise.

The scene shifted once more. Atticus appeared in his old room within the Ravenstein Estate. His younger self had just returned from the cemetery and now sat on the edge of the bed, fist clenched so tightly his arm trembled.

Atticus remembered the promise.

"I’ll bring her back."

Everything froze. Atticus stood within the frozen world, his teeth grinding together.

What was he doing?

How could he have forgotten this? This promise was one he had carried with him for years. How could he have forgotten?

Reach the peak. Bring her back.

That was always the goal. Her death had never been final, so there was no reason for any of the others to be final either.

His mother, father, Freya, Magnus, Aurora, Ember, Caldor, Noctis, Arya, and even Zoey...

It was not over. He could still bring them back. All he had to do was reach the peak.

’No matter what.’

The coldness in Atticus’ eyes seemed capable of freezing worlds many times over.

Suddenly, the scene shifted once more. Atticus found himself standing within an endless grassland, the katana’s avatar waiting before him.

’The Life Weapon’s realm.’

It had brought him here?

"Are you ready?" the avatar suddenly asked.

Atticus frowned.

"Ready for what?"

"To become an avatar."

"...Like you?"

The avatar shook his head, offering nothing else.

"...An avatar of what?"

Silence. Atticus’ brows furrowed. Then, the pieces slowly clicked into place and he said;

"Of Solvath."

The avatar nodded. Atticus clenched his fists, his gaze sharpening. His mind did not move. He didn’t think it over. Didn’t need to. He needed power, and it was standing right in front of him.

That was all that mattered.

"I’m ready."

The avatar grinned, then lunged. Atticus barely had time to react before it surged into him.

An overwhelming power roared through his entire being.

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